The Emo Home (Louis Tomlinson FF)

Chapter Two: Moving in

~*~*~*~* Lemon *~*~*~*~

Adjusting the shoulder strap of my messenger bag, I hesitantly stepped up to the front desk.

"Um....h-hi. I'm new? My n-name's Lemon?" I stuttered, twirling my hair around my finger.

"Yeah, go find Louis." Her glasses were perched on the very edge of her nose as her eyes were squinting at the computer screen.

"W-W-Who's Louis?" I asked, stuffing my hands in my pocket.

"I am." A deep voice said from behind. Spinning on my heel, I was met with a punk kinda boy. He had dark brown hair with a bright red streak up the front. It was gelled back, so it looked clean, but slightly messy. He had vibrant blue eyes and a ring of eyeliner that made them pop. On his nose, his left nostril, he had a piercing. He had a growing mustache and on his nice baby pink lips he had yet another piercing, and a light stubble on his chin. On his cute little ears he had....eh, I would say medium size gauges then a smaller ones diagonally above it. He sported a black shirt, but apon his collar bones, I saw a tattoo that swirled at had a few dots that made the lines of the swirls pop. His arms were covered in tattoos of all shapes and sizes. They all must've had meaning because....I don't know.....that's just the kinda guy I pinned him as. For bottoms he wore saggy black faded jeans (probably from constant washings) and dirty black knock-off Vans.

"Who are you?" He asked, running a hand through his hair, an unamused look etched onto his features. His stance said that he didn't care as well as the look on his face.

"I'm Lemon Crusader. I guess I'll be bunking with you?" I shrugged. It was really awkward....maybe it wasn't the fact that the conversation was awkward it was probably because I'm just an awkward person.

"Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson." He grabbed my suit case and began walking towards a hallway. I followed quickly behind, trying not to run, but he took long quick strides so I really had no choice.

"Be careful with that please!" I called as he turned into a room. Running through the open door, I saw him set it gingerly on my bed.

"Why? What's in it?" He smirked, and I got very quiet.

Should I tell him?.....eh....I don't see why not.

"My Gibson Les Paul." I mumbled, staring down at my feet.

"Your what, Love?" He inquired, cupping his ear.

"My Gibson Les Paul." I said in a normal tone, unzipping my bag and pulling it out of it's case. The maple fingerboard and the beautiful body. I set it gently in his hands and he gaped at it.

"Where the hell did you get the money to buy one of these?" He gaped at it and I shrugged my shoulders, grabbing my luggage and shoving it under the bed.

"My mum........she works for this big tech business in America. But I also had a job at the time." I explained, collapsing onto my bed.

"Can I try it out?" He asked in a hushed voice. I nodded an snatched my amplifier from my messenger bag. He hooked it all up then started playing one of my favorite songs.

Beast, by Nico Vega.

"Dude, do you have super powers? This is my favorite song." I laughed, watching his long thin finger slid across the fingerboard.

"Do you think you could teach me? That's like....the one song I don't know."I chucked nervously, brushing a few strands of my baby pink hair out of my eyes. He nodded, and I walked over and took a seat next to him.

"Alright so um....here, you take the guitar." He handed me my baby and lazily placed my hands on the fingerboard. (A/N: I don't know the real notes, so just pretend I'm right! Or that I have any clue what notes are on a guitar!)

"So the first note is G." He says, and my mind goes blank. My finger fumbled as I tried to remember which notes go with what fingerings.

How do I not remember?

I did a second ago.....

"Uh.....would you mine helping me?.....I seem to be having the biggest brain fart of them all." I giggled.

"Sure. Um....how are we gonna do this?" He pondered for a few minutes, then an idea sprung into his mind. His hands crept onto my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I blushed as he wrapped his arms around me to place my fingers accordingly.

"So it's G, C, C, B." He moved my fingers while saying the names of the notes and they slowly reprocessed in my brain. But I was comfortable....and I....kinda enjoyed sitting on his lap? So I just played dumb.

After learning the intro, and the first verse. We called it quits. I put my guitar and amplifier away then sat back on his bed.

"So.....we should get to know each other." I said, as he turned to face me.

"Yeah....we should......what's your favorite band?" He smirked, and I let out a huff.

"AAR." I smiled. (All American Rejects)

"Fall Out Boy. Favorite color?"

"Pink"

"Red, favorite food?"

"Red velvet cupcakes."

"Hmm.....carrots, favorite movie?"

"Love Actually."

"Transformers, favorite guitar?"

"My baby! My Gibson Les Paul!"

"Yeah....it's a beaut."

He continued shooting questions while I answered and we learned quite a bit about each other. Until we noticed that it was twelve in the morning. Then we decided to hit the hay. Going into our personal bathroom, I changed into my pajamas, pulled my hair into a bun then slipped into bed. Curling into the heavy covers, I nuzzled my head into the pillow, then drifted to sleep.

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Well! I enjoyed writing this! Idk why! But anyways! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! The next chapter should be up soon! :D xoxo

-Sara